The Skipper has been wanting to take the boat out one more time so he could change the oil before winter. Today was the day. Late morning we, along with two friends, launch and set our course for Salt Spring Island.
Not many pleasure craft dot the water so late in the season, but a number of ferries, a couple of sail boats, and one Coast Guard vessel move through the steel-colored water.
A bit of colour remains, but soon bare branches will stand against the evergreens.
A derelict boat turns quietly at anchor. Calm water today belies the rain and wind of Saturday.
Off in the distance St. Paul's Catholic Church is a reminder of the Kanaka (Hawaiian) settlers who built the church in 1880. It's the oldest building on the island.
We tie up at the dock, take a short walk, and eat lunch at the Rock Salt Restaurant. I enjoy a huge bowl of steamed mussels with garlic bread. Other plates at the table include grilled salmon, a roasted yam quesadilla, and a chicken burger with borscht. All very yummy.
The sun makes a brief appearance as we head toward home. The light soon disappears behind the mountains.
In Page Passage one fat seal balances on a rock while shorebirds (I'm guessing they are Clark's Grebes) pay little attention.
The last bit of colour fades as twilight creeps quickly across land and water, creating instead a monochromatic landscape of blues and greys.
Linking with Mosaic Monday, hosted by Judith of Lavender Cottage.